swissted is an ongoing project by graphic designer mike joyce, owner of stereotype design in new york city. drawing from his love of punk rock and swiss modernism, two movements that have absolutely nothing to do with one another, mike has redesigned vintage punk, hardcore, and indie rock show flyers into international typographic style posters. each design is set in berthold akzidenz grotesk medium, all lowercase. many of these posters are now available for sale in three different sizes at print-process. every single one of these shows actually happened.
I live in SC. In the 80’s, I went to middle school in an old multi-story brick building with no air conditioning and windows that have been painted over soo many times there is no way they will ever open again. The last couple of weeks before school lets out for the summer were always unbearably hot.
The ceiling fans lazily spun as I cleaned off one of my tables; a young couple with two energetic toddlers had just occupied it, and unfortunately for me, they opted to go ahead and have dessert — a banana split. I think they took pity on me as I saw they added a hefty 25% on their credit card as a tip. Thoughtful of them, but I’d have preferred 15% in cash, so at least I wouldn’t have to report that tip as income on my taxes. Not that I would ever recommend you cheat on your taxes. No sir!
Okay, I’ve been drinking so I’m gonna lay this shit out for you guys, otherwise I wouldn’t bother. Former university photo prof and former professional photographer here.
The rule of thirds is horse shit. The ‘critics’ looked at zillions of awesome photos and from them distilled out that things should be placed on the thirds but they didn’t understand why. This is the deal:
When I worked at a knife store (we sold knives, swords, kitchen gear, and manly things), we had a guy come in named “Judo Dan.” He was a 65yo vet, a judo champ, and real chatty. I liked him, he was funny without being annoying, and sometimes brought in a photo album with pictures of his matches in it. Sometimes he wore a recent award around his neck (like a medal or ribbon or something). He didn’t “look tough,” I mean, he looked old, and was built like a frog: big belly and chest, skinny arms and legs. But I did not doubt the guy.
In another lifetime, I worked briefly for Spago Beverly Hills, where one of my jobs as the lowest ranking member of the fish station was to prepare the mashed potatoes. Quantities were large, and one day, just before service, a clench-jawed sous chef came walking up to me in crisp military strides. “Taste these,” he said, holding forth a container of the pureed yellow finns I’d prepared earlier. I did, and my face dropped.
I run a wholesale nursery with my family; we had a guy back in the 80s we must have fired at least 30 times, but he never really left. The day he pulled a gun and hit someone in the head was the day we had to fire-fire him.
We rehired him two weeks later after the guy who got hit quit.
In World War I the British had a drastic shortage of binoculars. They turned to the world’s leading manufacturer of precision optics, Germany. The German War Office supplied ~10,000 binoculars, and told the British to examine the equipment they had been capturing, to place future orders
I have this plain rust red colored sweater that I got in sophomore year of high school. Over time it came to define my style I wore it so much. It was a bit baggy and really soft and I fucking loved it.
I was on a kayak trip with some friends in the summer of 2008. We were going up the west coast of Vancouver Island, and were 3 days into our 7 day trip. We spotted what looked like an abandoned house on the shore, so we went in to investigate.